The Photographer [Taejin]

5 기억 (Memory)

People say that once you fall into a well and arrive at the end of it, you can only go up and eventually get better. Seokjin day was not getting any better, he felt as if he kept falling and falling and falling into the nothingness.

The world seemed to pale once Seokjin put his phone to charge and saw the blinking blue light; noticing that a message has been received. Namjoon must have seen it, as he heard the phone fall and the screen to crack into a thousand pieces. Almost like a mirror breaking, almost as broken as the model's heart.

Namjoon took the phone from the floor and cursed once he saw the broken screen. In front of him, in a pale pink wallpaper, there was a message sent by "puppywithacamera" or Jackson, telling them to not look for him.

"What the hell?" said the purple-haired male aloud, wandering about why did they suddenly receive that text.

Seokjin was trembling so Namjoon helped him onto the couch. He sat beside him and hugged him, trying to give him somebody heat.

He looked at the phone again, trying to think about what does it mean. So he tried to type even with the broken screen. He was lucky because the screen sensibility was still working, not bothered by the cracks.

Seokjinnie🌌

Where are you?

Are you okay?

We are searching for you!!!

Sent but not read: 22:16

He waited for it to be sent but never arrived at its destination. He glanced at Seokjin, who started to eat his nails again, still trembling. Namjoon took his hands to stop him, caressing his knuckles with his rough hands.

They were about to cuddle on the couch and watch some TV when the model decided to charge his phone and saw the fucking text. What did they do to deserve a day as fucking long and horrible?

"Fuck," thought while looking at Seokjin who was a mess.

They were getting more and more destroyed as the day arrived at an end.

"Do we have to call the police?" said the model, thinking about all the possibilities and weighing whether to go to sleep or call the cops. He had the beginning of a migraine. His head hurting like hell.

"We have to call the cops or they might ask about why haven't we called sooner... maybe they can track down the localization where the text was sent..." replied Namjoon, putting his long legs on the coffee table. His genius brain starting to think about all the possibilities.

The television was on and some drama was being played. The girl was crying under the rain and the man was leaving in some expensive car. They had a big discussion. Then, the man turned around and had an accident with some unfortunate truck. Whatever, it was called drama for a reason. They always had the same kind of argument where the man dies or loses his memory.